all, a peculiar and respective quality attached to itself alone, yet they are all nature's sweets, and all have their perfections." The travellers now winded their course through a range of beautiful mountains, wholly different to what they had yet seen; and Tanjore and Fothersgill were in raptures at the lovely and romantic scenery which now every moment opened on their view,-shepherds and their bleating flocks sometimes appearing in the perspective; at other times they beheld little huts, at the entrance of which, marked by the hand of industry, sat "auld gude wifes," spinning at their wheels, while the younger ones were nursing their bairns, or the still more blooming ones washing their clothes at the river's side; sometimes a Highland ditty saluted their ear, or the strain of the bagpipe floated along the air. All presented a scene of novelty and pleasure to Tanjore and his equally delighted tutor, till at length the lofty turrets of Dumfairling Castle appeared in view; and it was then, and then only that the spirits of Lady Honoria seemed suddenly depressed, and on their nearer approach to the residence of her beloved brother, not all the combined efforts of Tanjore or Fothersgill could keep her Ladyship from shedding tears. "Oh, my brother! my beloved brother!" uttered she," how will the sight of your Honoria renew your grief, and recal to your memory the happy hours I have passed in the society of your lovely Jean. Oh, Tanjore, would that the first interview with my dear Sydney were once but over." Slowly now the carriage ascended a steep hill, at nearly the top of which they came full in front of this noble, ancient and magnificent structure, over which a superb and splendid escutcheon, bearing the arms of Lady Jean Campbell, Duchess of Belmont, was conspicuously placed, at sight of which Lady Honoria became excessively agitated. Tanjore held her trembling hand till the carriage entered the gates, and suddenly halted at the grand entrance, where a massy peal of bells announced the approach of visiters to the castle, and the doors were instantly unclosed by the two porters who constantly attended there; but no sooner were the arms of the carriage descried, than numerous attendants flocked to the door, and "How is my brother?" was but faintly and almost inarticulately pronounced, as her Ladyship was conducted to the entrance of the drawing-room, pale, and leaning on the arm of Tanjore Trelawney. The door was already open, but it was not in the extended arms of the Duke her brother that Lady Honoria almost instantly fell; it was in far more lovely arms, but much less able to support her sinking form, that Lady Honoria was now most fondly and affectionately clasped, and— "Dear, dear aunt! pray be composed," was uttered by one of the most melodious voices in the whole world: it was a beautiful girl, attired in the deepest mourning, with tears chasing one another down her lovely cheeks, that now so fondly strained to her heart Lady Honoria. It was the daughter of the Duke of Belmont, the lovely Caledonian maid, Lady Jean Belmont. "I beg, gentlemen, that you will both be seated," uttered she, with an air of the sweetest condescension; "my dear aunt will soon revive, and know her own dear Jean ;" and in a few moments her Ladyship recovered, and again fondly gazing at her beauteous niece, embraced her with "How is your dear father ?" "Oh, better, much better than yon could possibly expect to find him," replied the lovely girl; “in a few moments I will conduct you to him; but I dare not do this, dear aunt, till you are more composed ;my father expects you, and therefore is prepared to see you but pray take some refreshment, gentlemen; I hope you will also partake of some, and that ceremony will not prevent you from consulting your inclination on this occasion." "I beg, dear Tanjore, that you will help yourself," cried Lady Honoria, "and also Mr. Fothersgill ;— yet, good heavens, how strangely remiss I am, by not introducing you sooner to my niece :-My dear Jean, this is Mr. Tanjore Trelawney, the youngest son of my friend, Mr. Trelawney, of whom you have so frequently heard me speak; and this is Mr. Fothersgill." "I am proud of the honor of seeing you, gentlemen," cried Lady Jean, gracefully curtseying; and at this moment the servant entered with some more refreshment. CHAPTER XV. "The roses of love glad the garden of life, "Though nurtured 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew Of all the figures that had ever yet appeared to charm the admiring eyes of mortal man, of all the faces which ever yet combined expression with grace, simplicity and perfect beauty, the figure and face of the lovely Caledonian now surpassed all that Tanjore Trelawney had ever yet beheld, in that of Lady Jean Belmont; and when the ceremony of a first introduction was over, and the tears of sensibility were dried upon her lovely cheek, then smiles which more properly belonged to her native character and disposition appeared to animate her charming countenance with the most dazzling brilliancy, and though Lady Jean had an English preceptress, to superintend the highly-finished education which she had received, yet it had not been able to rob her of the Scottish accent, which she pronounced with such peculiar and fascinating sweetness, in her usual manner of conversing with her friends, that she would not have appeared with half the advantage had she been without it; yet she frequently blushed in the presence of the English strangers, when she found that she was assuming the language and manners of her native Highland mountáins, quite unconscious that she owed her sweetest charm to its peculiarity. The figure of Lady Jean, though rather full than delicate, was formed with the most graceful and perfect proportion of exact symmetry, and the expression of her fine formed features might have served as a beautiful model for the sculptor's art; her eyes were of the darkest shade of blue, deeply fringed with eyelashes dark as the plumage of the raven; her arched brows were beautifully formed, and her forehead high; her hair, which was remarkably luxuriant, flowed in tresses of the most easy and unstudied form, approaching nearer to a bright auburn than a shade of a darker hue, and her complexion was the finest that ever was seen; the rose of fresh health mantled on either cheek, and when she smiled and disclosed her pearly teeth, she had the look of a youthful Hebe; and as Tanjore now and then stole a look at her exquisitely lovely form, he could not deny the appellation which she had acquired from her countrymen, of her being the "bonniest flower in a' Scotland;" besides which, Lady Jean was the very soul of good nature indulged herself in every fond wish of the heart, by a father who perfectly idolized her, and the only child which had blessed his marriage with the lovely Jean, it was no wonder that in this attractive and exquisitely lovely creature he should now cherish all his hopes and expectations, nor that |